Find me next season
on your darkest nights.
I shall be the newest star
east of that famous north one
or west . . .

you’ll find me
because you’ll understand,
even in death
my geography skills
will still be severely lacking

. . . but I promise,
I’ll be there.

Written for Tuesday Poetics at dVerse, the virtual pub for poets, where Amaya reminds us that last Thursday was the 199th anniversary of Walt Whitman’s birth. She asks us to write a poem somewhat in the spirit of Whitman’s Song of Myself….something personal as in an ad to someone who knows us well…to meet us perhaps, at a later date. I should add, after rereading my poem here, I am healthy, well, happy and expect to live for many many more years!

Positivism…..to me it’s essential. And yes….I do somehow believe we shall all eventually become a part of the cosmic dust…..shining over the earth and still connected to the living. I very much want to believe that.

I recognise you in these lines Lill, even though I have never met you in real life! I love the lines:
‘purposely pollyannish
collector of dear days
one man woman’;
‘I shall be the newest star
east of that famous north one
or west . . ‘.
and
‘even in death
my geography skills
will still be severely lacking

So so late to the reading here. Travel and company had me away from the dVerse gang. Have so enjoyed my early morning coffee, writing and reading again. I’m back in the pub (instead of the saddle) again! Thanks, Kim. Glad you enoyed this one.